Nightfall

There was silence in the tent. The young man looked at the hunting knife on the ground without saying a word, and could not see any emotions. After a long time, he didn't know what had happened, and a faint light came back to him. Eyes.

He leaned on the ground and sat upright, looking at the barren father and son on the opposite side, and let the solemn and holy habits he used to return to his cheek. He said abruptly: "It turns out that it is not very interesting to attack such things."

It's an inexplicable sentence, but he is very serious and serious. His tone is still as calm and gentle as in the past ten years, with inherent pride and condescending indifference.

However, he is no longer the son of Xiling's magnificent beauty, but a wanderer who describes the withering and filthy, so this expression appears extremely uncoordinated on his face, even ridiculous.

The barren father and son thought he was ridiculous, but he didn't laugh. The barren boy picked up the hunting knife on the ground and walked over to him, trying to cut his head like the head of a beast in a snowy mountain.

Seeing the shadow of the hunting knife slashing in front of his eyes, the distinguished young man who had fallen into the wilderness finally finally felt the shadow of death, just like when he felt the arrow on the snow cliff.

In fact, he was no stranger to this kind of feeling. He had watched the fear and confusion of countless prisoners in his **** before the torture platform. But at that time, he had never associated this emotion with himself.

The young man from the Central Plains is not afraid of death, at least he thought he was not afraid of death, but he really did n’t want to die in the hands of a barren boy. This kind of death was too absurd and too irrelevant to his identity.

He did not die because the barren father stopped his son.

The barren father watched his son shake his head and educated: "Since the barren has saved people, there is no reason to kill again, not to mention that this young man from the Central Plains has obviously broken his brain and is not auspicious to kill lunatics."

The barren boy asked, "What should I do? I can't raise a lunatic."

The barren father explained: "Since he wants to kill us, then we can no longer support him, throw him out, and let him die by himself. It is the fairest for Ming Jun to decide his life and death."

The tent is extremely cold and the snow is blowing. The young man was seriously injured and was dying. Without the warmth of the tent and the fire, he would be afraid that he would die in a moment.

The barbarian father and son knew this, but even if the barbarian was sympathetic, he would not be stupid enough to flood. The father carried the young man out of the tent like a chick and threw it into a snowdrift.

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That young man was naturally the Prince of Longqing.

On the snow cliff deep in the Tianqi Mountains, when he was at an important juncture of breaking his life, he was shot through the chest and abdomen by an arrow of Nineteen Yuan. That arrow, besides causing him to die on the spot, was more serious. It is directly destroying all of his cultivation ground and confidence. It must be known that past history has proven that the critical moment of breaking the border is disturbed by foreign objects, which will have extremely serious consequences and will be repulsed by heaven and earth.

Ning Que ’s Yuan Thirteen Arrows are definitely not ordinary foreign objects or demons, and the impact on the Longqing prince is not as simple as the heaven and earth ’s vitality, because of that arrow, he can no longer practice in his life, in other words He became an absolute waste wood from a strong practitioner who may enter the realm of knowledge life as soon as possible.

Some people are still alive but dead, even more painful and desperate than dead.

On that day, the Prince Longqing on the snow cliff was just such a person. When Daoqi forced him back from the death line, he fell down the snow cliff like a walking dead and walked to the north of the wasteland.

The reason for going north is that the night is longer there. The Longqing prince feels that Haotian's light has abandoned him, so he chooses to die on the end of the night, at least it will not stain Haotian's eyes.

It was freezing in the cold and the snow was flying. He thought he could become a zombie in the snow at any time, but he did not know whether it was Ye Hongyu's pure breath in his body, or the pill from a conservative watch. Effectiveness, he has not fallen down, walked painfully for a few days, and then fell into a coma.

If nothing else happened at that time, when the pure breath of his body was gradually released, when the effect of the pill completely disappeared, he would eventually become a corpse in the deep snow of the northern foot of Tianqi Mountain, and there would never be anyone He can be found dead until thousands or tens of thousands of years later, the weather changes again, and the snow melts to reveal the shrivelled frozen corpse, but at that time, who can remember a prince named Longqing ten thousand years ago people?

After being awakened by the pair of fathers and sons, the Longqing prince was still at a loss, but the desire to die was a little lighter, because no matter who had experienced a life-and-death struggle, he would always have a stronger feeling for the world.

Being able to live allows him to have goodwill towards the father and son of the barren, but the deep hatred of the devil and the contempt for the barren still exist. The deeper the gratitude in his heart, the more painful and tortured in his heart, the silent thinking is very After a long time, he decided to knock down the couple of fathers and sons, and then uttered a paragraph that he had no chance to say.

"On behalf of Haotian, I forgive your sins."

The Longqing prince in the tent is in a state of extreme chaos, both spiritually and logically, between life and death, between light and darkness, between gratitude and hatred, glorious memories Between this and the embarrassing reality, it was precisely because of this that he would make that inexplicable choice.

The fact that he was thrown out of the tent reminded the Longqing prince to wake up and remember a lot of things-he was no longer the son of the Xiling **** who peached the peach blossoms, he was no longer the prince of the Yan Kingdom since childhood The person who is qualified to be expected to revive Dayan is just a waste wood where the snowy mountains and sea are destroyed and can no longer be practiced.

He was lying in a cold snowdrift without knowing his life and death. The past pictures flashed quickly in his mind. I do n’t know whether it was the factors of these pictures or the reason for the cold. His body became more and more stiff, and his thin and dirty cheeks came The paler, the gloss in the eyes becomes weaker and weaker.

The former Longqing prince, like a beggar at this time, was silently waiting for his death on the rare snowfield, but fortunately or unfortunately, the prince who controlled the night and death seemed to hate this very much The faint light taste still remaining on the beggars always refused to give sweet kisses.

Once sitting in the early morning, Prince Longqing's eyelashes moved slightly. In the past, the slender and charming eyelashes fell with the frost. He looked at his chest indifferently and found that he was not dead yet. He slowly stood up and continued himself Stopped the journey for some time and walked towards the far north still stuck in the night.

Under the interaction of wind, snow and cold, that luxurious coat was finally unsupportable, and it was scattered behind him, and the bright yellow noble color had long faded. There was only one piece of underwear on his body, dyed on it. With black blood stains and black mud, it is not clear whether it is blood or soil.

When walking to noon, the blazing sunlight shone on the head, but there was nothing obvious but no heat. Like a false existence, he looked up weakly at the sky dome, squinted his eyes hard, and then exhausted all his energy to move forward. After taking a step, a foreign body sensation came from the sole of the foot. When I looked down, I found that the shoe did not know when it had been broken. When a sharp piece of borneol penetrated deeply into the sole of the foot, he could not feel the pain.

Thin clothes, naked feet, severely injured body, the Longqing prince continued to walk weakly, he did not know where he was going, but followed the intuition of the deepest part of his heart, aimless but never strayed north The direction, the night there has been attracting him before death, just like the light.

I do n’t know how long I walked, because I ’m too weak to walk slowly, so I do n’t know how many miles he walked out. He ca n’t feel hunger and pain. Those instincts that belong to humans seem to be tortured in despair and death. The fading gradually faded away, except that he had to continue to walk north. He did n’t have to eat, but he had to be able to support his body that could fall at any time, so he folded a branch on the road as a cane.

The wilderness tree in the extreme north is difficult to survive. Where is there a thick branch, the thin branch just supports him to walk forward hundreds of feet and then breaks brittlely, his body fell heavily on the snow surface and shocked With a little gray blood on his lips, he climbed up hard, and there was still no expression on his face. He looked at the wilderness in the far north as if there was no end, sighed softly, and then sat down.

I don't know how many days I have walked, how many miles I have walked, and still haven't walked into death or walked to the dark north. He felt a little regret, and looked up quietly at the sky, watching the twilight in the sky gradually replaced by the night.

I sat on the cold wasteland all night until the early morning when the first sun shone on the monotonous snowfield and on his slightly squinted eyes, because the eyelashes were no longer there, and the eyelids appeared extremely smooth.

"After all, it's still dawn." He looked at the first light of the East, and said in a hoarse voice: "If this day will never be bright again, how good should it be, why am I so afraid of seeing the sky now?"

The rush of horseshoes came from the south.

The Longqing prince looked at the East innocently and ignored the sound coming from behind.

The sound of horseshoes is getting closer and closer ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is still a long distance, Lu Chenjia jumped from the back of the big snow horse, rushed behind him, then slowly squatted down, opened his arms and hugged from the back Live his body.

The big snow horse shook twice, almost fell on the snowfield, and ran continuously for more than a thousand miles day and night, no matter how Shenjun it was to the weakest level.

Lu Chenjia hugged him gently, his face close to his face, but he did not dare to force it but refused to let go. He seemed worried that if he let go, the beloved man would disappear again and walk towards the darkness.

Since these days, Longqing finally has a smile on his face. He looked at the morning light of Dongfang Xi and gently sniffed the breath coming from his face. He said in a mute voice: "Do n’t you think you are holding a Corpse? "

Lu Chenjia lowered his head and smiled and said, "If you are willing to look back at me, you will know that I am also ugly now."

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(Jian Ye really is a love story ...)